I was born in Danzig in 1925, and when the Nazis came to power, I suddenly found myself isolated as no children could play with a Jewish child, forcing my family to flee multiple times—first to Belgium, then through occupied France after German invasion. During our desperate journey, I once had to pretend not to understand German when soldiers threatened to kill us, before being smuggled over the Pyrenees Mountains at night and eventually making our way through Spain to Portugal. After this harrowing escape across Europe, we finally reached New York by freighter in late 1941, where I could begin a new life away from persecution. Come to Portraits of Survival to learn more.